"It's pissing it down again," says Sirius with a damp shake of the head, a habit that had unfortunately stuck around.
With not a single sentence read, Remus lowers the barricade of newspaper for first time since the meeting ended. "They've left already?"
"Apparently people have lives outside of this house," Sirius retorts, flinging what looked like a drowned bat onto the kitchen table. "Who knew."
"What's that?"
"Tonks forgot her umbrella, but she didn't seem to care," he shrugs, collapsing into a chair with an outstretched hand reaching for the nearest goblet. Remus regards the raindrops slowly pooling on the scrubbed wood, adding yet another stain.